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Ghost Story (OBCR)

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Gideon
There in the western sky the moon is sinking,
The geese are flying south, it sets me thinking.
I did not miss you much. I did not suffer.
What didn’t kill me just made me tougher.

I feel the winter come
His icy sinews,
Now in the cold starlight the case continues.
Another night in court,
The same old trial.
The same old questions asked,
The same denial.

Another winter comes, his icy fingers creep,
Into these bones of mine – these memories never sleep,
They say I stole your face, these hands I borrowed,
And they could make a case, why should it follow,
That I would love you?

Tom
So it’s true?

Gideon
What? What are you doing here? What are you following me?

Tom
I’ve waited my whole life to meet you, and you were just going to leave without telling us. I think that’s bollocks.

Gideon
It’s for the best.

Tom
I can see how you never lost a fight. You just run away.

Gideon
I’m not running from now’t.

Tom
We’re launching that boat tomorrow morning. We still need a captain.

Gideon
It’s mad. It’s a mad thing and you should have no part of it.

Tom
You have no right to tell me anything.

Gideon
Oh for the love of Christ, Tom. Don’t waste your life on old men and sinking ships.

Tom
Did you learn that from him?

Gideon
No, I learned nothing from him.

Tom
Like Hell, you’re just like him. And I’m never going to be anything like you.

Gideon
Wait, wait boy!

What is a force that binds the stars?
I wore this mask to hide my scars
What is the pow’r that pulls the tide?
I never could find a place to hide

Gideon & Men
What moves the earth around the sun? (ah)
What could I do but run and run and run?
Afraid to love, afraid to fail... (In our hands are the tools that we leave to our sons)
A mast without a sail. (Traditions and skills that we hope to pass on)

A mast without a sail. (‘Til we sail)

Gideon
The moon's a fingernail, and slowly sinking,
Another day begins, and now I'm thinking,
That this is indifference was my invention,
When everything I did sought your attention.

Gideon & Tom
You were my compass star,
You were my measure.
You were a pirate's map
Of buried treasure.

If this was all correct, (I didn’t really miss you much,)
The last thing I'd expect, (I didn’t really suffer.)

Gideon
The prosecution rests.
It's time that I confessed,
I must have loved you.